Chapter 337

George Sheng looked at Song Xi with a light expression and a kind of meaningful tone: "otherwise? Do you think I hire prostitutes

There is no doubt that George Sheng is a straight man, but his words are too straightforward. Song Xi's face turned red for a moment, as if he was scared. He obviously took a breath, and then he said in a hurry: "no... I knew it was next door as soon as I thought about it."

Gudong swallows his saliva. Song Xixian is at a loss and looks evasive.

Seeing this, George Sheng flashed a touch of provocation in his eyes: "have you ever lived in Zui Chunfeng?"

Song Xi's brain is muddled, instinct back: "never lived."

How do you know it's next door

Song Xi's chest is blocked, and he can't even make up the words of going to the market this time.

George Sheng is a gentleman. It's not too late to avenge her. He deliberately wants to expose her and embarrass her.

Song Xi blushed and was silent for a moment. He said, "you are not such a person."

It's true that this is a bit behind the scenes. But at the moment when Georges Sheng explains, Song Xi already regrets and suspects him. Qiao Dingxiang has just passed away. Even if he has a big heart, he won't have fun at this moment. What's more, they have known each other for such a long time, so why wait until now?

Some misunderstandings are easy to block the eyes, but after making it clear, it makes people feel ridiculous. How bad is the sound insulation effect of Zui Chunfeng? Song Xi sounded like he was by George Sheng's side last night.

George Sheng wanted to continue teasing and asking her why she hung up, but when she said, "you're not the kind of person you are," he was comforted, so he decided to let her go. It's over.

Neither of them answered immediately. There was a blank space of seven or eight seconds in the room. Finally, Song Xi asked, "have you had dinner?"

"No," Georgeson said

Song Xi said, "would you like pimple soup or spaghetti?"

"I've known you for so long, and I finally have a choice," said Georgeson

Hearing the irony in his words, Song Xi turned down his mouth and said, "people will grow up and have more choices in the future."

George Sheng said: "it's 26 years old. The only thing you can do is two courses of pasta. Your growth rate is really fast."

Song Xi brow light Cu, feign anger way: "don't know cannibal mouth soft?"

George Sheng looked at her and said solemnly, "don't you know that people have to bow their heads under the eaves?"

Song Xi almost wanted to say to George Sheng: you can do it.

In fact, she didn't speak, but her expression had perfectly explained her mood. At this time, silence was better than sound. She turned and walked upstairs. Georges Sheng looked at her back, a smile flashed from his eyes, and his thin lips opened: "spaghetti."

Song Xitou also did not return to say: "to make."

George Sheng thought that she would say "Cha". It seems that she really didn't want to be a servant girl and would rather be a bodyguard.

Song Xi went upstairs to change his clothes, fed the cat, and then took the little wolf dog downstairs. George Sheng sat on the sofa in the living room, heard the bell and looked around.

He has been very busy recently. He hasn't seen the little wolf dog for some days. He has grown up several times faster than before. The little wolf dog is very discerning. It seems that he knows who is in charge of the family. Before Georgeson calls him, he runs to his legs and shakes his head.

Georgeson fished his stomach with one hand, lifted it to his leg, then untied the bell around his neck and put it aside.

"Have you got a name?" He asked.

Song Xi said: "no, it's not my dog. I want to send it back when I'm free."

George Sheng asked, "no feelings?"

Song Xi said: "I'm so angry. I've bitten three sets of sheets and two cushions, and the carpet has to be changed."

George Sheng said: "who let you keep it as a cat, the dog will spread."

Then, glancing at the bell collar on one side, he added, "it's not your fault. It's good that you don't know the difference between male and female."

Song Xi heard the speech, casually said: "you like you raise, I will not raise a dog."

George Sheng put his big hand over the little wolf dog's head, looked into its eyes and said, "it's close to my eyes. I'm left behind."

Song Ximei's eyes picked: "do you really want to raise it?"

George Sheng does not answer the rhetorical question: "can't raise?"

Song Xi said, "what about people who lost their dogs?"

"I'll have people go around and ask. I'll buy it," Georgeson said

Song Xi pursed his lips and secretly scolded him for being overbearing.

"You play. I'll cook."

Song Xi turns around and goes into the kitchen. George Sheng trains the dog outside, teaching him how to sit, how to shake hands, and how to go up and down the steps. He is familiar with these processes. When he was a child, he trained all the dogs at home.

Forty minutes later, Song Xi asked George Sheng to have a meal. She cooked spaghetti and mashed pork with potatoes, fried eggs and ham. George Sheng saw that there were still some slices of raw tomatoes on the side of the plate with ham. Because it was very abrupt, he asked aloud, "what's the dish?"

Song Xi said, "fried ham."

"What are persimmons for?" said Georgeson

Song Xi said, "it's beautiful."

George Sheng

Few people dare to be angry with him. Few of them can make him speechless. Song xipian is one of the best. Every meal, Georges Sheng tries not to talk to her. He is afraid that he will be full of anger if he doesn't eat.

Thanks to Song Xi, he feels more and more excellent and creative, and wants to call for himself.

They sat opposite each other on the dining table. He didn't move his chopsticks. Song Xi asked, "what's the matter?"

George Sheng said, "you eat first."

There is a flash of surprise in Song Xi's eyes, and then he understands that he doesn't trust her cooking skills. He's afraid it's terrible.

He tried not to get angry. Song Xi took a big mouthful of it with eggs and ham, which made him feel like a little eunuch.

Seeing that she had nothing to eat, Georges Sheng moved his chopsticks slowly. Maybe he didn't expect anything from her cooking, so he thought it was OK.

The little wolf dog ran under the table, stepped on George Sheng's slippers and bit Song Xi's trouser legs. Song Xi took a piece of ham and bent down to give it to eat.

When he looked up again, the opposite Georges Sheng said in a voice, "name it. You brought the dog back."

Song Xi picked up a chopstick of spaghetti and said, "spaghetti."

George Sheng didn't look up and said in a sarcastic voice, "why don't you call it potato bittern?"

Song Xi, caught off guard, chuckled: "all right, I don't care."

"I don't want to see it and think about your cooking," Georgeson said

Song Xi steals his white eyes. Don't eat it.

"Think again," he said

Song Xi eating, casually back: "eight, your family is not a few of it."

George Sheng said, "I don't like it."

In fact, he did not like her perfunctory.

Song Xi had no choice but to continue thinking. After thinking for a while, she suddenly looked up and said, "I think about it."

Georgeson looked up at her, too.

Song Xi said, "get rich."

As soon as Georges Sheng was about to show his displeasure, Song Xi immediately said, "listen to my analysis first. There are people in tiaozi and Hongzhong. You are in business. Of course, making a fortune is the most important thing. In the next few years, my goal is also to make a fortune. I want to make more money by getting promoted and raised. I want to make a good start."